Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Wings,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.